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Dear Sadistic Clown,

Every morning I watch you put on your big red clown nose, muti-coloured wig, and outrageously oversized shoes, hiding who you truly are before stepping out into the world. You very rarely let others see you face or touch your soul.

You dance around and play with your shadow, toying with everyone who passes by. You know just buttons to push to make people squirm and feel uncomfortable. You also know the buttons to push to make them believe whatever it is you want them to believe.

The problem is, you are a liar.

You lie to every person you meet as present whoever it is you think they would want to know. You lie to your friends because you don’t have the balls to practice what you preach.

But most of all, you lie to yourself.

You tell yourself that you’re not talented enough; that you just need a bit more time to master some craft and you don’t even know what it is yourself. You compare yourself to the best and beat yourself when you don’t measure up. You keep yourself pinned to the ground because ultimately you’re afraid of failing. In reality, you’re holding yourself back from being who you were meant to become.

You are dying a slow and painful death. For the love of god, take off your damned wig and nose. Let the world see who you really are.

I beg you.


The man behind the mask

Today’s letter was written by Name: Dave Twitter: @davesohnchen Blog: Written From: The darker side of self reflection
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Dear Future Woman who’s also named after the Mountains,

I find myself worrying for you. But I know you are with me, whispering to me, helping me make choices and changes to become more like you. I have faith in you. To bring forth all of the wonderful things I seek, and want.
I hope you have a wonderful lover and perhaps a perfect little moon-baby. Maybe a few! You picked out a really amazing lover, huh? Someone who takes polaroids because he knows you love them. And lets you decorate the apartment because it makes you so SO happy. I hope you don’t make a big deal about things, at least not for a very long time. And remember to go run if you want to use strong words…
Remember that everything is just an experience. And never forget to LOVE, okay? Please stay innocent, loving and beautiful. I get worried about how taxing our world can be on my sensitive self- just always be light. Always. You got that?
I hope you stay strong in boot camp. I wish you are a crazy, kick-ass, ninja, rock-star when you go. That you combat those head games with steely eyes and be a bad-ass who doesn’t cry like I am when people normally yell at me.
I hope you still do yoga, have gotten better about mailing out letters- and have stayed diligent about keeping in contact with your old, dear friends- even when you make hundreds more.
I wish you stay soft, and supple; ever-adapting like I always have.
Please remember all of the love your mother has taught you to share. Remember how giving and loving she is, remember the beauty of being able to stay and visit with your family when you were my age. Sharing the bed with your sister and our silly fights over clothes and me being overly-sensitive.
Don’t ever accuse your parents of not doing the best they could, whenever they could. Because they say how proud of me they are all the time. They transformed me into a kind person, be that person when I come to meet you, maybe learn to be kinder, and more giving, listen more too. I am trying to stop talking so much, hopefully it works by the time I meet you.
Pick a good husband to have as a lover. Perhaps never stop referring to him as that? A lover. I am praying that a man is being ripened and grown to meet you. I know he likes board games, and loves to stay in, play them while cuddling on Friday nights. He will go on runs with you and practice yoga. He takes lots and lots of pictures, like he can’t be any prouder to love you, and leaves sweet notes all over the house for you to find.
I’m excited to meet you and hear about all of the fascinating stories I can listen to. You have so many possibilities at your beautifully trimmed fingertips, cherish them, notice them and take advantage.
The girl you’re named after.

Today’s letter was written by Name: Sierra Twitter: sierra_iola Blog: http://www.sierrasink.com Written From: San Diego
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Even Words Need the Right Accompaniment

Dear Hand Talker, I tried to imagine what it would be like if you talked with hands sitting stationary at your sides. No movement. Nothing. What I found odd was that as I imagined you standing at attention uttering the exact same words that you did only moments ago, your voice automatically became nothing more than a monotone drone in my head. I find it amazing that although your hand gestures and movements mean nothing, they amplify and give heart and soul to your words. Watching your forearms circle around each and your hands swoop from left to right and back again as your fingers bounce through the air like actors on a stage, I'm rivited by your words that are orchestrated in the perfect soundtrack to the dance before me. On their own your hand gestures are erratic and out of sync. But combine them with the words from your heart and they betray your passion and excitement. Don't ever stop the dance.
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Reclaim Your Voice

Dear Voiceless 3 Year Old, I love watching your face light up as your left dimple sinks into your perfectly round cheek as you mouth the words “I have no boice!” What you don’t realize at your young age as you’re busy learning your ABC’s and watching the same episode of “Dora The Explorer” for the 3rd time in a day, is that you have just articulated what most in our society have failed to even recognize. We have lost our voice. I don’t mean that we’ve lost the ability to speak, far from it. But what we’ve lost is our own cadence: the flavour in which we express our dreams, our passions and the deepest parts of our souls. You’ve barely found your voice yet you’ve already lost it. Thank you for reminding me that I still have a voice.  -Dave